RJ Lamont
Broke & Woke
[Intro]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
If it's crunch time, five seconds left on the clock
Is n***as gon' pass you the ball?
Talk to these n***as, Scrum
Let's get it
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, n***a)

[Verse 1: ScrumbleMan]
Moonrock got me high as hell, I think I'm finna float
Game time, game-winning shot, I ain't finna choke
Winter coming, think I'm finna put a dub up in my coat
If your bitch keep eyeing, I'ma put my dick up in her throat

[Verse 2: J1Hunnit]
It's crunch time, is you gon' shoot the three or you gon' stand and choke?
The game had me backed down in a corner, but I used the ropes
I got a bad bitch, ass pokin' out like some Dayton spokes
These smart-ass n***as got no cheese, these n***as broke and woke

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Rеal trench baby, I can take you wherе they shootin' dope
Flyin' by in somethin' they ain't seen, I'm a shootin' star
I'll pull up in that sleeve like a shooting guard
They ain't ankle-biters, but my dogs chase you through the yard
[Verse 4: ScrumbleMan]
Once we get to chasin', we ain't gon' stop, we gettin' on your ass
Thirty-three shots like I'm Bird, we takin' out the trash
You can keep that petty-ass run, it is not gon' last
7.62s hit his body, now he in a cask'
Seen an opp, finna box him up and I ain't throw a punch
Three-five of 'za, fettuccini is what I want for lunch
Finna wash it down with a four, it's finna have me slumped
Sick he out the office, swear to God I gotta thank Trump

[Verse 5: J1Hunnit]
Monkeypox hittin', I hope Biden drop a stimulus
A free twelve hundred, I'm finna drop it on expensive kits
I see 'em bag swappin' them lil' mids, them n***as think they slick
I pulled up with ten chains on, them n***as call me Rick
Now I got a Rollie on my wrist, my shit used to tick
I'm chillin', but my brother fuck with dog like Marcus Vick
Ain't SahBabii, but they play, I pull up with a stick
My bitch say she feel it in her stomach like Braxton Hicks

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Man, I miss the Actavis, I guess the Wock'll do
Go and get your cheese, whatever hustle, I ain't knockin' you
What I'm sayin' is we bosses and on top of you
When that grind in your blood, it ain't no stoppin' you
You a role player, drop ten at most
Started off nobody, I'ma end the G.O.A.T.
Yohji Yamamotos on me, I'ma drench the floor
Crazy I ain't have a crumb, 'cause this week, I spent a loaf
[Outro: BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you know what the fuck goin' on
This bitch crazy, RJ, I ain't gon' lie
What up, J? Yeah